A Pictorial Tribute to my Family

So we used to take these vacations every summer.  This is 1964.  It is my first trip west to see the mountains. People who live out here take the mountains for granted.  In the midwest it's big mojo.  We would drive 600 miles a day, so there was a lot of together time.  My Dad would get pissed if we got off schedule.  It was like being in a cross country race.  This was one of our few stops.  My Mom would make these trips fun with games and conversation.